Synesthesia
A Multilingual Composition

Etymology (tracking the origins of words) and general Linguistics have always been primary interests for Obsidian Eagle. Being a bit of a polyglot probably has something to do with that. Today Yours Truly presents an original poetic piece pertaining to those aforementioned topics. Additionally, there’s a running theme, which underpins this whole working. That is namely: synesthesia — or the mixing up of sensations between different senses. The author hopes that such a semantic pincer maneuver may stimulate the higher neural centers of its readers. Now without further pre-text…
Synesthesia
The fallen cannot reconcile the crude with the Supreme
Nor recognize sanctity hid mid profanity.
They forever overlook the fine flavour of this or that colour.
A single language languished long ago atop Babel.
Proto-Indo-Euro
Center of the world
Before the great divergence occurred.
So savour these silent sounds ‘neath thy eyelids;
Onomatopoeia wakes dormant minds
By touching upon restless thoughts.
They say art imitates life but nowadays art mimics only itself.
An artisan may take to the fore but when given the floor has a rug pulled out from under them!
Oh don’t you worry dunderhead
You’ll have plenty of time to smell these stone roses
When you’re 6 feet below pushing up daises.
Whoso wishes to dance with the dead?
* Exempla sequitur, et cetera importat…
Sarvam khalu idam Brahma!
Asi dicen todos los que se afanan por oir la verdadera palabra.
Il y a peu de sons comme le chant des oiseaux à la Gatineau
Par une chaude matinée d’été.
Some might find it macaronic, moronic, or pathetic
But for those whose wits are overly athletic
The sensual *shock*
Should prove synesthetic!
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